The Crainson family is very old. It goes back to the Megablock wars, were Grane Crainson fought the evil Megablocks from the land. Over the years, however, the family became bad and disobedient to the law. Legend has it that a Crainson killed the king of the continent many years ago. Bruno Crainson's father was a nice man who was honest and hardworking.The lord of the village, however, got angry with him for his kindness to enemies and hanged his parents. Ever since, Bruno hated the Loreos land, because the lord was working for Loreos. He learned the trade of robbers and became an expert in theft. He is hated and feared by the kingdoms of Loreos and Lenfland. He is also very smart. If he heard of a group of knights coming to the area, he would think of a plan the kill them. It is said that he assassinated the general of the city of Rankof in Eastern Loreos. His home is in the southern mountains, but he roams the land doing jobs for the highest bidder.No one trusts him though, because he is sneaky and always has a aura of darkness around him.

Sorry for the fuzzy pictures. My camera is not good for pictures of minifigures. Maybe one of you guys will have a solution.

Slikver Ayleth is a proud noble of Garheim. Slikver is the decendant of the wealthy Fendrel Ayleth and Garhim noble and the Elven priestess Leleanda Tree singer. The Ayleth family keeps Slikver's half-elven identity secret from the rest of the Garhims to protect the reputation of the family. Slikver is the owner of a castle and some land on the island off the southern coast of Garheim. He enjoys traveling the mountain ridges of Garheim and assisting the people he meets.

T'sark Tarmin is the last in a long line of demon banishers. He spends his days wandering all throughout Roawia in search of demons in need of banishing and assisting people wherever and whenever he can with their demon-related problems.

Unfortunately, the magical practices essential for carrying out his line of work are banned under Roawian law. As a result of this, he is forced to live the life of an outlaw in order to help the people of Roawia, whilst their rulers look the other way, unable and unwilling to help.

Here, we find T'sark outside an old abandoned mine, about to partake in some "recreational" demon banishment. It helps him unwind after a long day's... demon banishing.

I started my life as the eldest son to the Nobel of the western lands of Lenfald. As I grew older I became more and more skilled as a warrior and at the age of 12 my father sent me off the BattleSchool. I graduated quickly and was placed in command of a small company of soldiers; The 34th Unit.

After the Battle of the Western Passes, between the forces of Lenfald and Loreesi, I was promoted to Field Commander and Commander of an Elite Until; The 5th Unit.

My unit and I patrol the Eastern trade routes of Lenfald for bandits and Outlaws as I try to keep the peace in my homeland......

Nobody knows where Jarl Fenrison came from. One day, a nobleman found the baby in the middle of the northernmost mountains, and took him in, seeing promise in the boy. Jarl was trained in the use of spears from the age of five, and has used his mastery to enthrall a band of loyal retainers. He often robs treasure convoys of the other provinces, and sells the gains to maintain his lord-like lifestyle. He has slain many foes, including Grand Marshal Konrad VII. Jarl enjoys hunting and drinking. Despite his seemingly hard personality, Jarl has a soft heart, taking in orphans of war and raising them with his lady as their own.

"My story began like all great stories do, in the days of youth. I wish I could say that I had a happy and carefree child-hood but that would be an egregious lie. I was born into slavery to two parents who could barely keep their bones and skin together, much less mine. We were owned by a rich, cruel sandstone merchant who made his means through selling sandstone slabs from his quarries to local Lords in exchange for gold, protection, and slaves. He was quite good at it, judging by the hundreds of slaves that were in the compound with my parents and I. As I said before, he was quite a cruel man. But even he could be considered kindly in light of his overseers. My parents died trying to protect me from the whip, and taking it upon themselves instead. I grew up in the compound without any companions or friends. My days were long and hard, carrying water and bunking into the quarry where hundreds of other older slaves worked. The merchant knew I was too young to be manning a pick, so he gave me more manageable jobs. Even my pain and suffering was nothing compared to those poor men. I dreaded the days when I would join them."

"As I grew older, I realized that I had no choice but to accept the life of a slave. Part of me hoped that my Loreos master would set me free on a whim, but I knew it would never be. When I was 13, I was tossed in the quarries and given a pick. If I thought my life was hard before that point, I was wrong. This new life was Megablocks. All day long, under the blistering sun, lifting slabs weighing more than a ton, with whips slashing across your back every 10 minutes, little water or food, no shelter, and no friends. This was my life.

But, the Fates decreed that it would not last forever. One day when I was 17, a careless guard left his sword unbuckled in his sheath. Before I even knew what I was doing, I grabbed the sword and ran him through with it. The other slaves, stunned at my apparent foolishness, wasted no time in seizing up their picks and joining me in my would-be rebellion. I grabbed my pick and my newly acquired sword and led the way. I don't remember much about that day, but the other slaves, to this day, say that I was a wild bear in midst of a herd of sheep. My great strength, which had been honed and carved under these whips, now drove back our oppressive overseers. All I know is that about three-hundred of us slaves escaped that day, killing more Loreos guards than most people have seen in their life. Freedom at last."

"Once we were free of the Loreesi quarries, the other slaves and I set off south where we heard there was a large concentration of outlaws and escaped slaves... like us. Along the way we managed to procure old clothes from some generous Lenfald merchants who empathized with our plight. As we traveled through the southern areas of Loreos, we began to see notices and posters of our escape. We encountered a Loreesi patrol but their size was inferior to our strength and numbers. I myself dispatched half of them, not through any apparent skill, but simply through sheer determination and will of freedom. The other slaves, noticing my desire and leadership, gave me the nickname "Blake the Barbarian", and appointed me as a temporary leader of our meager company.

"About 20 miles out from the border of Loreos, we encountered a huge bear and her cub. I was out scouting for food, and I heard this mighty roar coming from the undergrowth directly ahead. This great beast came charging out and was on me before I could draw my sword. I had no other choice but to hang on and wrestle her to the ground where I... dispatched her with my bare hands.This act earned me the revision of my title "Blake the Barbaerian". The plaintive whimpers of the cub reached my ears as I helped to carry the large bear back to the camp. Without understanding why, I took the cub into my care... perhaps as penance to the mother. I continued to nurture and raise this young cub, hoping to one day set it free.

"And thus, we finally reached the southern swamps where the Outlaw bands were plentiful. Some were aggressive, but others recognized our manly strength that was fashioned through hard work, and welcomed us into their encampments. And thus did Blake the Barbaerian and his followers enter the swamps of the Outlaws.

'All for One, One for All, Every Man for Himself!'"--Blake the Barbaerian

Darius is a lone thief who makes his home of the swamps of southern Roawia where he travells around from hideout to hideout, camp to camp. Mostly travelling alone, he frequently ventures up north to look for some quality loot. When he's not stealing other's values, he tends to mind his own business, training his archery skills or visiting the local pub for a drink and a fence.

Berengar grew up in the cold and hard mountains of Garheim ! He went with his father on the hunt and struggled for daily survival !This has hardened him and Berengar is willing to take any risk against!His Song :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLdhFVzqt4

Time to introduce myself, my name is Roewyn Hode, decendant of the Hode family who is renowned for its fight for justice and equility of people and its code of honour.

I am of royal blood (my mother was a niece of the former king) and grew up in a Castle near Everlyns Tears lake.I learned and perfected shooting with bow and arrow from my father and also many more fighting and survival skills which enabled me to to be excellent in hunting and fishing but also in batlle, I will stand my ground.

Now I live in the forests near the river coming from the mountains near the border with Garheim, southeast of strongborough.

For now everything is peacefull but rumour has it things are stirring up and conflicts are close by but be warned, I am ready to deal with anyone trying to invade my lands and breaking the public peace.

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Piotrek Lodowicz lives with his family in northern Garheim. His father runs a lumber and mining business although it leans on the stone side. Piotrek is shown here gathering some wood. Piotrek is skilled in both hunting and running. http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/320895